I can feel the tug
of the halter at the nape
of her neck, the wind
on her naked front.
It blows her nipples

I thought it would last my time—
The sense that, beyond the town,
There would always be fields and f
Where the village louts could clim
Such trees as were not cut down;

We sit indoors and talk of the col
And every gust that gathers streng
Is a threat to the house. But the
We think of the tree. If it never
We’ll know, we say, that this was

Last night
in the fields
I lay down in the darkness
to think about death,
but instead I fell asleep,

Go to Tibet.
Ride a camel.
Read the Bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a Beard.

Understand, I am always trying to
what the soul is,
and where hidden,
and what shape
and so, last week,

Greater Light, we praise Thee for
The eastern light our spires touch
The light that slants upon our wes
The twilight over stagnant pools a
Moon light and star light, owl and

Happy ye leaves when as those lill
Which hold my life in their dead d
Shall handle you and hold in loves
Lyke captives trembling at the vic
And happy lines, on which with sta

We wear the mask that grins and li
It shades our cheeks and hides our
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts…
We smile and mouth the myriad subt

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

you won’t see them often
for wherever the crowd is
they
are not.
those odd ones, not

Don’t call this world adorable, or
It’s frisky, and a theater for mor
The eyelash of lightning is neithe
The struck tree burns like a pilla
But the blue rain sinks, straight